Page 12 of Luci’s Lullaby

I slide my arm around her as I plaster on my country charm. “Darlin’, if you’re not now, you will be.”

Her face flushes. Exactly as I thought, she’s cherry. “I don’t think I could be more of a fan, Alden Beck. I just happen to be your number one fan.”

“Even better, sweetheart.” I wink, watching as she melts in front of me. “I tell ya what, you stay here and after this set, I’ll give you the VIP treatment.”

The light dances off her eyes. “I’ll be waitin’.”

“Sounds good.” I press my lips to the curve of her jaw as her body shivers.

I walk away with a smirk, knowing I have her where I want her. At least, for now. Making my way to the stage, I strap up, wrapping my hand around the neck of the only thing I know to be honest and true.

I take another minute to myself as the warm water runs over my shoulders and down my chest. Honestly, I’m simply trying to waste enough time for the girl in my bed to leave.

Turning the water off, I reach for a towel, only to be met with long red nails. I pull the curtain back to a naked body that doesn’t include mine.

“Mornin’.” I wrap myself in the cloth and step from the tub.

She crowds me as I try to reach for my toothbrush. “If I had known you were showering, I could’ve joined you.”

“It’s a small space.”

She brushes her breasts against me as she moves closer. “We’ve been in tighter situations.”

“Yeah…” Before I can offend her, I’m saved. The front door opens and closes with a slam. Followed by the voice of a saint.

“Hey, baby. Where are you?”

The redhead on my left turns a deep crimson. “You’re married?”

I shrug. “I’m in here, honey.”

“How dare you!” she snaps, grabbing my shirt from the floor and dragging it over her head. “Let me out.”

“No problem.” I step to the side as she swings the door wide and runs into the other redhead on the other side. Her mouth hangs as she stares at her before turning to me. “I look just like her!”

“Not really.” I smirk.

“I am so sorry, he never said he was married.” She stumbles through to my room, yanking her clothes on.

“I’m Reese. You are?” She crosses her arms with a smug look.

The redhead in the bedroom gapes at me when I don’t answer. “Aren’t you gonna tell her my name?”

“I would… if I could remember it.”

Her face flames as I struggle not to giggle. “You are disgusting.”

“Yes, you are.” Reese places her fists on her side, playing along. My body jerks as I fight laughing in her face.

“For the record, you’ve lost a fan.” She storms past us.

I jog after her. “Michelle, wait.” She turns to me, glaring. “See, I know your name.”

“What’s the point now?” she fumes.

“I was just wondering, are you still my number one fan?” Reese bursts into a fit of giggles as I watch Michelle’s eyes as she plots my death.

“Fuck you!” She slams the door against the wall as she rushes out it.